You probably find it hard to believe that at age 34,I was a virgin. The fact that I’ve been married for eleven years and have two children lends even further disbelief. But hear me out. I had never been in an environment where it was accepted to be nude and natural,at ease and content with my body and other people’s physiques sans clothing.
Sure,in my college dorm,I’d meander to the shower every morning in a robe. Before my marriage,I’d gone on a beach trip with a girlfriend to a topless beach in Greece,my damp blue bikini bottom squeezing my ass and attracting sand. I had backpacked and stayed in youth hostels in co-ed dorms,slipping into an oversized T-shirt in the bathroom before padding over to my bunk. Now,I often lounged at home in comfortable shorts and tank tops,but it was my dream to show off the body that I disciplined through diet and yoga and the gym. I wanted to feel the sun on my skin,to lie back with a book and a drink,and to engage in conversation with my husband that took us back to the time when we would focus our attention on each other without the demands of domesticity coming into the picture.-
All our stars aligned,including kid-sitting (thanks grandma and grandpa!),and Michael and Iarranged our vacation time to create the space for a week of paradise in a Mexican clothing optional resort. We may have been Hidden Beach Resort Virgins,but we knew what we desired!
Michael knows that I’m a water-baby at heart. “Let’s do it right and get a swim-up suite!” We quickly made friends with a couple who had visited HBR almost every year since it opened in 2003.They explained we could go au natural 24/7or dressfor dinner or dancing or visiting the El Dorado Resort next door. Besides the public areas around beach,hot tub,and pool,it was sensational to experiencenude dining at the all-inclusive restaurant and bars–including thenude disco where Michael and I literally shook our booties!-
We met Kiki and Kent at the Sexy Lingerie Event. Kiki,a green-eyed cutie with a pixie-haircut and a dancer’s body,was wearing stockingsand stilettos,and Kent,a sweet-faced man with a beard and easy-smile,rocked a thong and carried an ostrich feather. We formed one of those instantaneous friendships.
The next day we all went on the Nude Catamaran Cruise,and riding the waves led us to invite them in for conversation and a nightcap. One thing led to another,and the four of us created an erotic menage a quatre. We put on music and danced at first with our spouses,and then we changed couples and danced more intimately. It was the first time I had ever been with a man with a beard,and the silky hairs tickled my chin delightfully when we kissed,when he sucked my erect nipples,and when he slipped between my eager thighs.
We were driven to heights of desire as Kiki used her totally smooth and silky body to drive Michael to athletic feet of sexually dynamic lovemaking,and their cries of passion drove Kent and me onwards in our own sensual explorations of pleasure. As Kent entered my body,running his hands through my long auburn hair while murmuring sweet suggestions and compliments,I slipped a finger where he had never had a digit placed before.
All hail theHidden Beach Resort Virgins! As the four of us huddled and cuddled,satisfied–for the moment–in our passions,I knew that I would carry this memory of bliss and freedom,inquisitiveness and acceptance,with me and that it would alwaysbring Michael and me closer in our union.
In the morning,as Kiki kissed us both,Kent presented Michael and me with his ostrich feather as a memento of our special time together.-